Howard is injured.
Howard hurt his shoulder today. He’ll probably put all the details into the journal entry that he is currently writing. His pain has been my stress. He hurts and I can’t fix it. Unfortunately it is his drawing arm and until it stops hurting he won’t be able to draw. Best case, that’s two days from now. Worst case involves surgery. Since drawing is both our livelihood and his joy, today has been fearful and uneasy. I would love it if there was some big effort that I could make that would resolve the problem. Unfortunately there isn’t. I can’t fix his shoulder. I can’t draw the comic for him. I can’t earn significant amounts of money without abandoning my post as full-time care-giver to my kids. All I can do is help Howard do all those pesky tasks which require two hands, be there for him, take care of the children, and try to be upbeat about it all. That last one has been the hardest today. Howard is suffering and could really use big doses of cheerful optimism which I’ve been unable to supply. I want to make a heroic effort, but what is needed is steady work at my everyday tasks.